Carrie's POV

Michael had been pacing back and forth for over half an hour and he wouldn't talk to anyone. He kept looking up at my mom then down at his phone, scrolling through his contact list, selecting someone, then shutting his phone off again before it could call. Every time someone tried to ask him what was wrong he would snap and no one would carry on the conversation. You could almost see the tension rising in the room. It was awkward and no one knew what to say, so no one said anything.

Finally, I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Michael, seriously what's up?"

"Nothing," his tone was sharp and, usually, I would've shut up but this time I didn't. I couldn't.

"Don't lie, Michael. Everyone can see there's something bothering you," I said. He realised I wasn't giving up and stopped pacing to turn around and face me. He looked me in the eyes.

"I just don't feel..." he trailed off.

"You don't look either, Mike," my dad added. What the hell? I thought.

"Or seem," Eve put in. Now I really was confused. What were they talking about? They all looked at me and I knew from the look on all of their faces that they wanted me to leave the room for a few minutes while they had a 'talk'.

Mom's phone rang then and she checked the ID. It was an unknown number, but she picked up anyway.

Claire's POV

My phone rang and I saw the number. I didn't have it anymore, but I knew it was Myrnin. Great.

"Hello?"

"Claire, it worked!" I had no idea what he was talking about and he must of sensed that because he carried on, "the formula! You know? The one that reverses the change?"

"I-," I honestly had no idea what he was going on about, and I thought he was just having a crazy moment. "Oh my God! Myrnin how the hell did you get it to work? I thought you ditched it when I left town?"

"So did I, until Amelie came to me a year and a half ago asking about the progress of it. I had to carry on working on it after that. She said she thought Michael deserved a...chance to live the life he wanted while he still could," he said.

"And it worked? He's not, y'know..." I found myself trailing off, not really sure if me and Myrnin were talking about the same thing. After all, you never truly knew with him.

"According to my research and test results, no he is not," he hung up abruptly, without a warning.

I stared at Michael for a few seconds before Eve broke me out of my trance.

"He's not a-" she held up two fingers in the shape of a 'V' for 'Vampire' behind Carrie's back so she wouldn't see.

"Nope," I said, popping the 'P'.

"You're kidding," Shane said. Trust him to be the skeptical one.

"Nope," I repeated.

"Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?" he asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I think you might have, but you'll have to tell me again. I forgot," I winked at him and he kissed me this time.

"Guys, please, get a freakin' room!" Carrie and Eve said simultaneously. Me, Shane and Michael laughed at them.

"Carrie, go to bed. It's past your bedtime," Shane said in a baby voice, trying to embarrass her, but Eve and Michael were like family to her so it didn't work. She stood there with her arms crossed, refusing. "Carrie, I'm serious. It's like, eleven forty-eight," she looked at the clock and realised Shane was right. She sighed and dragged her feet up the stairs.

So that's it. Michael isn't a vampire anymore. I could see the confusion on Shane and Eve's face, so I decided to tell them what was going on.

"Guys, me and Myrnin started developing a formula about eighteen years ago that would hopefully reverse the transition from human to vampire. Now because a lot of vampires are really old, it wouldn't work on most because their age would catch up with them and they'd end up rotting in a grave as soon as they took the solution," I could see the curiosity and the confusion in my friends' faces, so I pressed on. "Basically, it's got human blood in it to try and get some blood flowing around the body. It also has a chemical in that helps sustain energy, sugar and other substance levels while the body is getting used to being human again."

"Again, did I ever tell you how amazing you are?" Shane interrupted me and I couldn't help but grin.

"Perhaps, once or twice," I replied. He smiled at me, the smile he'd always given me where one side of his mouth comes up a little higher than the other, my favourite smile.

"So what does this mean for me?" Michael asked. His voice was shaky and he looked like he wanted to throw up.

"That you, my brother, are no longer part of the plasma-craving community," Shane said and threw a hand in the air for Michael to high-five, which he did with a lot of enthusiasm.

Michael's POV

There were so many different thoughts running through my head when Claire told me I was human. Human. It felt weird to call myself that after so long. Being human again opened up so many doors of opportunity; I might finally be able to pursue the music career I've so badly wanted for so long. I might finally be able to get Eve out of Morganville. We could grow old together knowing that we're in a safe town, maybe even be Shane and Claire's neighbours. There was one thought that I kept coming back to, though. Kids. I knew Eve wanted them and, after watching Carrie grow up and seeing how happy Shane was when he found out he was going to be a dad, I wanted them too. Me and Eve were older than Claire and Shane had been when they decided to start a family though, so I didn't know if Eve would be so keen on the idea anymore.

If only there had been a way to reverse this change ten years ago. Although, I'm not complaining! I still wasn't one hundred per cent happy that it was Myrnin, and Myrnin alone, that had worked on this. I don't hate the guy, but he's crazy and I don't particularly trust him.

There is a reason I don't trust him, and the fact that as soon as the thought crossed my mind I had to dash to the bathroom to puke my guts up proved that you – or, I – really should be more careful. Damn.

Shane's POV

In the middle of our happy celebrations Michael dashed out the room and up the stairs, heading to where I could only guess was the bathroom. Eve chased after him, as did me and Claire. We reached the bathroom seconds after Eve, who was already crouched down with one hand on Michael's back and the other stroking his hair, soothing him. I looked at Claire, who was currently turning slightly green, and pulled her back out of the bathroom. I knew Michael didn't really want us seeing him throw up, and I knew if Claire stood there much longer the smell would get to her and she'd throw up too. We kept walking backwards until we hit a door. Or, we should've hit a door, but someone had left it wide open so we fell right through it, landing in a heap on the floor.

Claire was looking scared. Like she'd done something wrong.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked her, taking a strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

"Yeah I just- um...do you think Michael's okay?" she asked. She kept staring out the door. I pulled her into my arms and rocked her back and forth gently.

"I'm sure he's fine, Claire. His body is just getting used to being human again, that's all," I really did believe that, but I knew Claire didn't. I knew she wouldn't unless I proved it. Scientists, I thought. Who needs them?
"What if he isn't?" she pressed on. "What if I did something wrong, or lead Amelie and Myrnin to believe that this was really possible, and I've killed Michael? They had hardly any other test subjects because Michael's one of the only vampires young enough to be able to cope with the change." She broke down into tears then and all I could do was hold her tight and try and assure her that everything would be fine. So that's what I did.

When Michael came back out of the bathroom it looked like Eve was holding him up and he was paler than he'd ever been as a vampire.

A/N: Sorry I didn't update last week. It's my Easter holiday and I was in Spain for the week. Please R&R! :)